Genius, nothing at all

With the IQ of a genius
Her boss sayin' she's not serious
About fighting her way through the hierarchy
About taking her place in Society

She walks to work - She don't catch no bus
The people round here they don't share much
But she's drawn by this busker in the park
His songs strange and mysterious
Now he's singing of a beautiful genius

And God is talking in her ear
God is talking loud and clear
God is talking, God's talking

So she took him home, not a thing was wrong
He was cold at first but she made him warm
And that's what she wrote about in her song
A song about a genius...

... And how God is talking in his ear
God is talking loud and clear
God is talking, God talking